Originally for a (fairly long) prompt at Glee Kink Meme involving spanking and comfort, PM me if you want the full original prompt, will be three chapters initially – possibly more if people want.
Pleasure and Pain
Kurt was handed back his graded English assignment. A bright red "D" shone from the top of the page. Kurt was both horrified and elated at the same time. There was a part of him that knew he was easily capable of being a straight "A" student, and to receive a "D" should have crushed him to his very core. Another part of him knew that he had just earned something he secretly desired and yearned for once again.
He tucked the paper into his messenger bag with a smile, before making his way off the campus and heading straight for his boyfriend's apartment.
He and Blaine had been together for three years. They started dating when Kurt was still in high school, yes, he was only seventeen, but Blaine was twenty-three and in his final year of college. As luck would have it, the following year saw both of them move away from the confines of Ohio and into the metropolis of New York. Blaine started work as a junior professor at NYU, and Kurt had started the long four year grind as a college student at the same establishment.
Kurt had chosen to live on campus. He loved the hustle and bustle of campus life, but as both himself and Blaine were only too aware, if their relationship became public protocol would demand that Blaine be fired immediately. Blaine had found an apartment far enough away that they wouldn't run the risk of accidently running into any students, and Kurt stayed over every Friday and Saturday night.
They had a relatively 'normal' relationship, Blaine was always supportive of Kurt and wanted him to succeed in his studies. He would help him write essays, tutor him before tests and make sure he attended lectures. Blaine did everything in his power to ensure that Kurt could achieve anything in life he wanted.
The first year in college, Kurt had struggled with adjusting to the extra workload and expectations. Blaine had started by trying to be encouraging and had increased the amount of assistance he gave to Kurt. Eventually though, Blaine realized that if Kurt was going to make it through the next four years he would have to learn to do more on his own. He tried encouraging Kurt even more than normal, he tried offering bribes for good grades. He had even tried withholding sex if Kurt didn't perform as well as he could at school.
Finally, one day after Kurt had shown him a particularly bad result, Blaine had lost it. He pulled Kurt's pants down around his ankles and put him over his knee like a petulant two year old. Blaine didn't know what else to do to make Kurt see sense. Kurt had been shocked at the time, even scared a little, but his grades had picked up dramatically after that. Now in his second year, he would lapse from time to time, like any student does, and Blaine would always resort back to the one thing that had worked. Kurt had actually started to enjoy it, perhaps more than just a little, but Blaine didn't need to know that.
Kurt bounded up the stairs to Blaine's apartment that afternoon, knowing exactly what he was in for. He knocked three times on the door and waited for Blaine to answer, it only took a minute before the door was flung open and there stood Kurt's gorgeous boyfriend.
Kurt jumped into Blaine's arms and their lips automatically gravitated together. Blaine spun him slowly on the spot and kicked the door closed behind them. Kurt threw his bag down on the floor and pulled Blaine toward the sofa.
"Someone's eager today," said Blaine as he landed on top of Kurt. Kurt replied by lapping his tongue over Blaine's lips asking for entry, which Blaine happily obliged. Their tongues fought a messy duel for dominance in their mouths, Blaine nibbling and sucking on Kurt's tongue one moment and then thrusting his own tongue into Kurt's mouth, almost deep throating Kurt.
Eventually, Blaine started making his way further south. His mouth left Kurt's and travelled across his face until it met his jawbone. Blaine made a slow path under Kurt's chin, sucking and nibbling as he went, finally making his way to Kurt's earlobe. He took it gently between his teeth, nibbling lightly before tracing Kurt's ear with his tongue.
Kurt grabbed a fistful of Blaine's hair in his hands and leant back further into the sofa. He could feel Blaine's erection hard against his thigh, and knew that Blaine could feel his as well. Then Kurt heard the words he knew were coming.
"Did you get your English assignment back?"
Kurt nodded silently and turned his head to try to catch Blaine's lips with his own again. Blaine skillfully avoided the move, and went back to Kurt's ear, he gave it a quick flick with his tongue.
"And?" Kurt sighed in resignation. Blaine immediately pulled himself up onto his knees and looked at Kurt's shameful face. He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation.
"What did you get?" he asked sternly. Kurt shook his head in disgrace as he leant over the back of the sofa and got the offending paper from his bag. Blaine snatched it from his hand and stared at the mark at the top of the page.
"D?" he raised his eyebrows questioningly at Kurt, "Are you serious...a 'D'?" Kurt nodded once more, knowing what was coming.
Blaine stood up and started pacing the room.
"For Christ's sake, Kurt! I thought we'd been through this enough times." He said, his anger boiling up to the surface.
"I'm sorry!" cried Kurt, hating to see Blaine get upset, "I tried I really did try!"
"Obviously not hard enough," Blaine said, throwing the paper onto the coffee table. He kept pacing around the room.
"I thought you understood, Kurt," he started to raise his voice, "I thought you fucking understood that it was time you grew up!"
Kurt nodded his head quickly, "I do understand that, Blaine," he said quietly, "it was just hard".
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, "I've really tried everything to help you. I've told you that if you're really stuck on something you can still ask for help, but you didn't...there seems to be only one thing you understand."
Kurt nodded once again and stood up, quickly undoing the button of his jeans, smiling ever so slightly. Blaine wasn't stupid though, and caught the smirk on Kurt's face.
"You think this is funny?" Blaine shouted in amazement, "or do you enjoy me having to take down your pants and smack you like a naughty little child?"
Kurt raised his head and looked at Blaine carefully, should he risk admitting to Blaine that he DID enjoy it.
He didn't have to. Blaine knew Kurt so well that he could see it all over Kurt's face. He couldn't believe it.
"Shit Kurt," Blaine said collapsing onto the sofa, "you fucking do this on purpose?"
Kurt looked at Blaine with tears in his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be getting what he wanted now. He started to do up the button on his jeans again. Blaine looked at him in shock.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Doing my pants back up, obviously," Kurt replied with a teary chuckle.
"Why?" Blaine questioned, screwing up his eyebrows in confusion.
"I just thought..."
"What?" Blaine interrupted, "you thought that you weren't going to be spanked just because you like it?" He paused and Kurt nodded embarrassed.
"No way," Blaine said firmly, "it's the only fucking way to get through to you. Take your jeans and pants off and I'll be back in a minute."
Kurt looked at his boyfriend confusedly, he had assumed that there would be no way in hell that Blaine would still spank him after finding out that Kurt enjoyed it. Blaine left the living room and headed for the bedroom. Kurt quickly took his boots, sock, jeans and boxer briefs off and waited for Blaine to return.
He didn't have to wait long. Blaine sauntered back into the room with some baby lotion in one hand and an item Kurt had never seen in the other. Blaine took one look at the pant-less Kurt in front of him and shook his head. Kurt's penis was already standing firm and proudly to attention, waiting in anticipation for what Blaine was about to dish out.
"Christ, this really does turn you on doesn't it?" he said in amazement.
"Yes," Kurt said quietly, he looked at the item in Blaine's hand and pointed, "what's that?"
"It's a paddle," Blaine said waiting for the information to sink into Kurt's brain. Kurt took in the long, black leather item and felt his cock quiver in anticipation.
"Obviously me just spanking you with my hand isn't enough," Blaine explained, "so we'll have to take things up a bit, won't we?"
Kurt gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat, "When did you get it?...why did you..."
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, "I've had to spank you more this semester than ever before, it was starting to get ridiculous, you know. So I thought I'd be prepared if there was a next time."
Kurt nodded as Blaine grabbed a dining room chair and brought it into the room. He sat down and motion for Kurt to come over. Kurt's penis bobbed as he walked over, leaking pre-cum down the head as he went. He lay himself across Blaine's knee as he always did.
Blaine ran his two hands over the cheeks of Kurt's ass before picking up the paddle and bringing it firmly down across both sides. Kurt jumped up too quickly for Blaine to stop him.
"Fuck Blaine," he said, rubbing his hand over his ass, "that hurts!"
"Kind of the point, Kurt! Now get back here!" he said harshly.
"No way," Kurt said backing away from Blaine slightly.
"Listen to me. I was going to do ten, but do you want to make it fifteen?" he threatened.
"Blaine, no...please" Kurt begged.
"Then maybe you'll learn to try harder at school!" Blaine scolded, "Now get back over my knee, or it'll be fifteen."
Kurt couldn't see any way out. He made his way back over to Blaine and lowered himself face down onto his lap.
"Thank you," said Blaine, "so you can count them for me alright – ten"
Kurt nodded and shed a silent tear. He was determined not to let Blaine see how much it hurt. Blaine lifted the paddle over his head and brought it crashing down with a loud 'slap' across both of Kurt's cheeks.
Kurt jumped as he quietly sobbed "two".
"That's one, Kurt," said Blaine
"But you already did one," Kurt cried out.
"Christ Kurt, do you need help in math as well? We're starting again, the next one will be number one, and we're going to fifteen...alright?"
Kurt nodded and allowed one choked sob to escape from his throat.
Blaine started again, 'slap' – "one", 'slap' – "two". By the time Blaine got to five, Kurt's ass was already red. He felt Kurt's now flaccid penis dangling between Blaine's thighs and knew that at least this time it was definitely a punishment and not a turn on.
'slap' – "six" Kurt squirmed on Blaine's lap, trying to make sure the paddle hit in a slightly different spot. Blaine pushed his other hand down onto Kurt's back, trying to hold him still. 'slap' – "seven" Kurt cried out, no longer able to hold in the anguish. He squirmed to the side a bit, almost falling off Blaine's lap.
"Jesus, Kurt – if you don't hold still we'll go to twenty – that's the last warning you're going to get alright". Kurt sobbed a throaty "yes".
'slap' – "twelve", Blaine could see Kurt's ass was now a brilliant shade of red. He had tried to spread the pain around, but the paddle was big and Kurt's ass wasn't.
'slap' – "thirteen", Kurt slid forward and ended up almost doubled over. He hung on tightly, one hand gripping Blaine's ankle and the other gripping the leg of the chair.
Blaine looked in amazement, and immediately decided this would be the starting position in future. Kurt's ass cheeks had spread ever so slightly, and by sliding forward, Kurt's balls and flaccid penis were now pushed up between his thighs.
'slap' – "fourteen" landed low down and caught the back of Kurt's scrotum. He screamed out in pain.
'slap' – "fifteen" Kurt positively howled as Blaine had changed his angle and brought the last slap down vertically. Hitting right along Kurt's crack, balls and penis. Kurt was sure he'd never sit down again.
Blaine put the paddle down and very gently ran his hands across Kurt's ruby red cheeks. He bent over and kissed each side softly, before pulling Kurt's cheeks apart and licking down his crack ever so gently.
He hoisted Kurt back up slightly, but kept him across his lap. He picked up the baby lotion and poured a small amount on his hands. He began to massage it into Kurt's cheeks. Kurt cried with each touch.
"I'm sorry Kurt," Blaine said genuinely, "I really don't want to hurt you."
"I know," sobbed Kurt, "it's just sore."
"I know it is, baby," Blaine cooed softly, "just let me finish this and then you're almost there."
"Almost?" Kurt turned his head and looked at Blaine shocked. They'd only ever done spanking, what else did Blaine suddenly have in mind.
"That's right, almost, baby," he said, "I think twenty minutes in the naughty corner and we'll be all done." Blaine picked up the lotion again, this time spreading Kurt's cheeks apart slightly and drizzling it straight into Kurt's crack.
Kurt shuddered at the sudden cold feeling on his burning backside, and yet at the same time felt himself start to get hard once more.
Blaine laughed as he massaged the lotion in, "you'll be fine, sweetheart," he reassured Kurt as he finished. He pulled Kurt up and off his knees and stood him in front of the chair. Blaine's face was staring right at Kurt's rising cock, he ran his lotioned hand up the shaft of Kurt once. Kurt gasped at the feel and was immediately completely hard.
"I'll take care of that, later," Blaine laughed as he stood up. He kissed the tears off Kurt's face before he physically turned him around by his shoulders and pointed him to the corner of the room.
"Off you go, my horny little miscreant, twenty minutes in the corner and we'll go and have a nice bath together, alright." Blaine gave Kurt a gentle shove as Kurt nodded and started making him way across the room. He stopped to pick up his boxers on the way, but before he had a chance to put them on, Blaine yanked them out of his hand.
"No you don't," Blaine admonished, "stay how you are...and no sitting down, I don't want lotion on the carpet."
"I don't think I want to sit down," Kurt said, moving to rub his backside. Blaine slapped his hand away quickly.
"I've just put cream on there, Kurt," he said in exasperation, "if you go playing with your ass, you're going to rub it all off...Please just be a good boy, stand in the corner and don't touch anything, including yourself! Otherwise we're going to have to start again if you can't behave."
Kurt groaned, but followed his instructions. He stood in the corner and faced the wall like the naughty little boy that he felt like. His erection brushed against the wall and he gasped quietly, hoping Blaine wouldn't hear.
Blaine grabbed his student's latest papers and spread them over the dining room table to start to grade. He could still see Kurt's corner from where he sat, and glanced up from time to time to make sure the younger man was obeying. He hoped that this time he'd finally put an end to Kurt's disobedience and lack of motivation at school.
After ten minutes, he glanced up to see Kurt rubbing his thigh slightly. Blaine knew that Kurt was probably still in a lot of pain, but he couldn't allow any more insubordination.
"Don't touch, Kurt!" he growled, Kurt jumped a little, the tip of his erect penis hitting the wall again. Kurt couldn't stop the moan that escaped from his throat. His penis throbbed, begging for attention, his backside burned like fire, and his legs were tired and felt like giving out.
At the fifteen minute mark, Kurt couldn't stand in any longer. He chanced a quick glance over at Blaine and saw he had his head down reading a paper diligently. Kurt turned back to the wall and let his hand brush against his left ass cheek quickly. He felt the heat immediately, and rubbed it softly.
"That's it!" Blaine shouted. Kurt couldn't believe he'd been sprung on his first attempt at getting some relief. Blaine marched back over to the chair in the living room and sat down.
"Get over here," he growled.
"Blaine...please...no more," Kurt begged his boyfriend.
"Kurt, you've got to learn!" Blaine said, increasingly frustrated.
""I have learnt, Blaine," he pleaded, "I promise I'll be good! Just no more, not today...please!" Tears started streaming down Kurt's face once more.
"Baby doll, you've got two choices," Blaine said gently, "either you come over now and get five from my hand only, or if I've got to come over there are drag you over it'll be ten with the paddle. It's up to you!"
Kurt knew that meant he only had one option. He walked over and faced Blaine, his erect penis yet again at Blaine's eyelevel. Blaine was shocked to see how hard Kurt was, he was sure that fifteen minutes in the corner would have cured that. He pulled Kurt around to the side of the chair and motioned for him to lie down on his lap.
As Kurt lowered himself down once more, Blaine opened his thighs slightly to allow Kurt's penis a place to go instead of rubbing against Blaine's jeans. Kurt was thankful for this small concession. Thankful, that was, until he was fully laid out over Blaine's lap and Blaine closed his legs, trapping his penis between both of Blaine's thighs.
Blaine rubbed Kurt's ass softly, he knew these would hurt just as much as those with the paddles had. He rubbed one hand underneath Kurt's shirt to try and distract him slightly. Then he brought that hand down and used it to separate Kurt's red cheeks. He pushed a knuckle against Kurt's puckered hole, and chuckled as the boy gasped in surprise. But Blaine had no intention of entering Kurt. Not yet as least.
He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on the bottom of Kurt's backside. Kurt shouted in surprise, his penis trapped in Blaine's thighs twitched and leaked. Kurt cried tears of agony.
Blaine lifted his hand once more this time aiming for the opposite cheek. Kurt cried again.
"I don't hear you counting, Kurt!" Blaine said angrily. Blaine lifted his hand and brought it crashing down once more.
"one" cried Kurt. Blaine smiled, perhaps they were finally getting somewhere at last.
'slap' – "two", 'slap' – "three", 'slap' – "four", 'slap' - five. Kurt was relieved he'd chosen the lesser option. There was no way he could've dealt with any more from the paddle. Blaine opened his thighs slightly and released Kurt's penis from its vice like grip. Kurt stayed bent over Blaine's lap, scared to move.
Blaine jiggled his knee slightly, "You can get off now, Kurt," he said gently.
"But what about the lotion?" Kurt asked.
"You've had the lotion, baby," Blaine explained, "you can only get that once, alright?"
Kurt nodded as he got up with tears still streaming down his face. Blaine, once again, stood up and kissed Kurt's face clean of tears.
"Do I go back to the naughty corner now?" he whispered.
"You still had five minutes left, so yes," nodded Blaine.
"Okay," sobbed Kurt and walked back to his place in the corner. Blaine felt guilty watching him go, but knew that it was for the best.
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